Round 165

The corridor's darkness felt like a physical weight pressing in, each pulse from the wardstone behind them sending fresh vibrations through the stone under her feet. Her fingers traced along the wall to her left, finding the smooth plane of another doorframe. No barrier here yet, no makeshift barricade of adult toys and desperation like the one holding back the wardstone's fury. Just empty space waiting beyond—dark, silent, and utterly terrifying in its unknowns.

"Found a door," she called back over her shoulder, voice pitched low but carrying easily in the confined space. "But it's em... empty." Her teal eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the darkness ahead. The air beyond felt different somehow—colder, motionless, waiting...

The smart money said this was their only shot at survival now that the corridor behind them had become a death trap powered by demonic energy.